Not Sorry by KS Joel Lyrics
[Verse]
I would probably begin with an apology
If I did not believe in quality over quantity
A lot of fools try to zoom through the odyssey
I'm taking baby steps until I'm steady on my feet
The path zig-zag, I'm walking wobbly
It doesn't bother me; still I can't stand the thought of being
Just another wannabe trying to hit the lottery
So I'm watering roots 'til I can see the fruits blossoming
In all honesty, I'm trying to live responsibly
And do whatever's best para mi familia y mí
So I don't mind the gaps in the chronology
I cherish every minute I'm given; that's all it means
No half-assing, I want to give it all of me
And honor the art form's forefathers properly
Leave behind the toxic ideologies
Peace and equality over violence and misogyny
Proper Channels cut through dead air and static
Raw like Stretch and Bob, clean like Kidd Kraddick
Get up on the stage, applause automatic
But that is not the reason we wreak havoc
We do this 'cause we've had it
These back-stabbing labels ain't respectable
Extract a rapper's cash, slap 'em in the trash receptacle
From the mainstream to the sub-terrestrial
Vultures want to get the dough, and yet they don't respect the culture
Tomfoolery, dead fucking serious
Used to rap for laughs up in school cafeterias
Funny how it happened, now they call your dude a lyricist
Using the music to communicate human experience
But I'm just another story written in the infinite
A piece of the puzzle depicting all existences
A brick in the wall, but we all got gifts to give
Peace, Love, and Rhythm's what I got, y'all, here it is
I would probably begin with an apology
If I did not believe in quality over quantity
A lot of fools try to zoom through the odyssey
I'm taking baby steps until I'm steady on my feet
The path zig-zag, I'm walking wobbly
It doesn't bother me; still I can't stand the thought of being
Just another wannabe trying to hit the lottery
So I'm watering roots 'til I can see the fruits blossoming
In all honesty, I'm trying to live responsibly
And do whatever's best para mi familia y mí
So I don't mind the gaps in the chronology
I cherish every minute I'm given; that's all it means
No half-assing, I want to give it all of me
And honor the art form's forefathers properly
Leave behind the toxic ideologies
Peace and equality over violence and misogyny
Proper Channels cut through dead air and static
Raw like Stretch and Bob, clean like Kidd Kraddick
Get up on the stage, applause automatic
But that is not the reason we wreak havoc
We do this 'cause we've had it
These back-stabbing labels ain't respectable
Extract a rapper's cash, slap 'em in the trash receptacle
From the mainstream to the sub-terrestrial
Vultures want to get the dough, and yet they don't respect the culture
Tomfoolery, dead fucking serious
Used to rap for laughs up in school cafeterias
Funny how it happened, now they call your dude a lyricist
Using the music to communicate human experience
But I'm just another story written in the infinite
A piece of the puzzle depicting all existences
A brick in the wall, but we all got gifts to give
Peace, Love, and Rhythm's what I got, y'all, here it is